Soma of woman submerged
soldier crosses surrendered
pearl hills thighs pearl
eyes of a girl plunged.
At 19 Neruda at 69 Pablo
spoke wrote and moved
you here where with rough
words I try to revive you.
But the hour of age fails
agape we came through
the tunnel of waterfalls
eyes of a woman bearing.
The squirrel rubs the plum
with his nose and licks the
dropped pears you sit up
slow on haunched hams.
I am tired but not sleepy
I punctuate my days
with thoughts of you
clammed up eyes closed
strong legs stretched
you carry the sand
dunes of a world gone
to seed and memory.
Penina?
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